It is now nine thirty and I still have a little ball of energy running around the lounge, showing absolutely no signs of retiring to bed anytime soon! After resisting 'a nap' until as late as possible and sleeping until gone 6, I suppose I only have myself to blame (and my husband as he is home too). But hey it's Sunday and I have tomorrow off and the Beastie thankfully is too young for school yet, so it will just be me who has to deal with a very grumpy child tomorrow who is clearly sleep deprived. This however will not hamper his desire to run riot and swivel my chair whilst sat at the computer, in his bid to have my exclusive attention, usually gained by hitting me in the face and grabbing the keyboard.
After reading an article about how much time Mums spend online now at the expense of their children, this demonstrative act from him does stop and make me think 'am I being neglectful?'. Will he always remember Mummy as brushing him aside when she was busy? I think about how much more time my own Mum must have had because the internet didn't exist back then! What on earth did she do with herself? she taught me to read by the age of 3, that's what she did. Of course I have that ingrained in me to do the same, something which I wholeheartedly aim to do. What I have learnt so far as a Mum is that it takes a while to learn how to juggle everything and no one ever gets it right...it's about finding a happy medium.
